If the senses make any sense I'd rather dwell On earthy smells Grass soaked by rain A fireplace Jazmine, lavender, so many of them If senses make any sense Cinnamon is the taste In sugary blend on bread and cake It senses make any sense The touch of clay taking shape on molding hands warm and wet If senses make any sense The sound of birds the wind's breath the crash of waves If senses make any sense The white landscapes The icy lakes Evergreens and Spruce Point up at freezing blues
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